So much goes on in life. It is hard to cope with it. It is hard to keep up. Just as it is hard to keep up your writing speed on a hot delirious night, it is hard to keep up with your life when you are extremely overworked and underslept.
The last week was a 96 hour work week. Full of working late nights with people many different countries. Who were hitting on me constantly.
Ok. Ok. Ill stop lying. GOD! You are like a bad spouse. Correcting / Demanding / Challenging and Irritating.
There was one guy and he was hitting on me. There.
By the way, who the fuck am I talking to when I do this?
Oh God. I am turning into a chronic workaholic. I mean, this was my first Saturday off in quite a few weeks. But I got all bored and I had to force myself not to go to my office. I need help. I need someone to help me out with this. This absolutely horrible level of workaholicism is unnerving and scary.
And, no, I am not going to see a shrink. They just dont understand and keep asking things. It is hard enough going about the boring mundane points of my life on my blog with an audience to add a shrink to it.
Also, there is a strange fear inside me that extensive therapy might make the shrink go completely insane and I would not be able to live with the knowledge that I am so seriously mentally fucked up that my shirk went insane.
Dude, this is a very, very wierd post.
I cover this up, I will try not to post when I am having a tea high next time.
posted by Jalal @ 23:44
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